Part 3 (1/2)

”Oh! there are lots of other ways for doing it in the bargain,” pursued Lil Artha, now upon his most favored subject. ”You'll think it a most fascinating thing, Alec, I promise you. And once you wake up to the fact that a scout can learn a thousand facts, if only he uses his eyes and his head, you'll be more than glad you joined the troop. Why, we live in a world of our own, and the poor ninnies outside don't have one-tenth of the fun that falls to us.”

”There come Rufus and George,” remarked Alec. ”They look unco' pleased, as if they had discovered the slas.h.i.+ng they went to look for. I'm a little interested in survey work mysel'. Rufus is clean crazy over it, too, and sometimes his fash is all aboot theodolites and chains and compa.s.ses and the like. They told me he was lazy, but if ye seed him workin' at the business he loved, ye'd know they leed, they leed.”

Alec turned back to his work of splitting the log he had attacked.

Already he had a wedge well driven into its heart. A few more l.u.s.ty blows of the ax and he had opened another cleft further along, into which he was able, with Lil Artha's directions, to place a second wedge.

After that it was easy to continue lengthening the split until with a doleful crack the log fell apart, having been cleft in twain.

”That will do for now, Alec,” said Lil Artha. ”You have done splendidly for your first real lesson in wood-chopping, and I can see with half an eye that you bid fair to beat us all at the game, given a little time, and more experience. You've got a great swing, and seem able to hit a s.p.a.ce the size of a dime, every time you let fall. That's half of the battle in chopping, to be able to drive true to the mark; because there's energy wasted in false blows.”

Alec looked pleased. A little praise judiciously bestowed is always a great accelerator in coaxing reluctant boys to take up their tasks cheerfully; and wise Lil Artha knew it.

Just then Alec happened to catch a glimpse of something moving amidst the branches of the tree over his head. Lil Artha had turned aside, and did not chance to notice what the other was doing, as the Scotch lad, stooping down, s.n.a.t.c.hed up a stout cudgel, and hastily threw it aloft.

His aim must have been excellent, judging from the immediate results.

Lil Artha heard him give a satisfied cry, which, however, almost immediately changed to a howl of alarm. Whirling around, the tall scout saw something that might have amused him at another time, for it possessed the elements of comedy rather than tragedy.

Alec in hurling that stick aloft must have succeeded in dislodging some animal from its hold on the limb. The beast in falling had alighted fairly and squarely on the shoulders of the astonished Scotch boy, and given him a severe case of fright. Lil Artha saw that it possessed a long ringed tail, and hence he knew instantly that it was only a harmless racc.o.o.n, and not a fierce wildcat, as he had at first feared.

CHAPTER IV

SHOWING THE GREENHORNS

”WHOO! tak' him off, Lil Artha! It's a mad cat, it is, I'm thinkin'!”

The 'c.o.o.n being presently dislodged, after having only given Alec a few trifling scratches, proceeded to retreat in hot haste. The angry Scotch lad, s.n.a.t.c.hing up another billet of wood, was about to rush after the frightened animal as though to vent his fury upon it, when Lil Artha barred the way.

”Don't do it, Alec!” he called out, holding up a restraining hand; ”let the poor thing trot along. He's more scared than you were, take it from me.”

”But he _bit_ me, ye ken; and I don't let any fearsome wild beastie do that with impunity, I tell ye!” snapped Alec.

”Well, who's really to blame, Alec?” said Lil Artha, promptly. ”That's only a harmless racc.o.o.n. He must have his nest in a hollow limb of this tree we're under. Hearing all the talk going on below here, can you blame him for peeking, and trying to pick up a few points about eating, and the like? He was within his rights, and you had no business to knock him down with that chunk of wood. He happened to fall on your shoulders, and commenced scratching and clawing when you jabbed at him so with your hands. He only scratched you a little, and drew the blood. Elmer has the stuff to put on that, and prevent any chance of blood poisoning setting in. But surely you wouldn't kill that inoffensive little runt because he allowed you to knock him out of the tree.”

Alec hung his head.

”Aweel, it may be you're right, Lil Artha,” he muttered, being conquered by the arguments advanced by the other. ”Anyway, it's too late now to chase after him, for the beastie is lang out of sight. Perhaps I was o'er hasty to throw. Next time I'll try to hold my hand.”

”It pays not to be too fast while in the woods,” he was a.s.sured. ”If now that had happened to be a bobcat, you'd have been in a nice pickle, let me tell you; and he might have scratched out both your eyes before the rest of us could lift a hand to save you. Better go slow but sure, Alec.

And try to look at things once in a while from the standpoint of the woods animal. You'll find it mighty interesting to put yourself in their place, and figure just what you would do.”

Again Alec scratched that tousled red head of his. Plainly he was puzzled to exactly grasp what Lil Artha meant; but then, as time pa.s.sed and he became more accustomed to this strange camp life, now so new to him, the boy would doubtless understand many things that in the beginning looked very mysterious.

When, a short time later, Lil Artha began to initiate him into the mysteries of fire-making, Alec displayed more or less fresh interest. He knew he was going to like that sort of thing first-rate, he told the other; which acknowledgment caused the tall scout to grin with pleasure, since it repaid him tenfold for all the trouble he had taken thus far.

The fire was soon burning cheerily. Somehow it seemed a great source of joy to everyone, especially Elmer, Lil Artha and George. As veteran scouts the crackle of a blaze instantly called up fond memories of numerous former occasions when in the woods, and camping amidst the solitudes they had met with all sorts of interesting and even thrilling adventures, never to be utterly forgotten, even when they had grown to manhood, and gone forth into the world upon their appointed life missions.